Accidentally chasing Death
Watching the topsy-turvy
Metal crunch
Plastic crack
In a traffic jam
Behind a hearse
Eerie bumper to bumper
In a flash
Encompassing fifty years
Taking a left turn
Only to follow
A truck
Carrying a “Grabbit” digging machine
Orange reflective triangles
Reflecting on Life
In the slow lane
That made a right
Into the cemetery
Caught between a lamp post
And Reality
While the radio played
“You have a long way to go
Before you grow old…”
And the sun returned
Lighting contentment
On an unhurried path
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